A lot has happened since my last blog post and I figured it was about time I put it into writing. I have a feeling that the story I am about to tell is going to be one of my favorites. Actually, I’m sure of it. I am telling this story for me, for you, but most of all, for my son. I don’t ever want to forget the details because, after all, they are what make the story. *the story you are about to read will be told in several parts because I want to be sure to do it justice and because, well….life*
March 30th marked the one year anniversary of being matched with our son in Ethiopia. That day was the first day we knew he existed and the first day that we ever saw his face. I remember the phone call like it was yesterday. (If you want it to seem like yesterday for you, too, head here) We had always hoped that we would get him home by his first birthday in December but that date came and went and we still had so many steps to complete. We then hoped that we could get him home before the Ethiopian courts closed for rainy season in July. As we neared our referral-versary, we decided that it was time to go and meet our son. For an entire year we looked at pictures of him and loved him but he had absolutely no idea that he had a family out there waiting to bring him home. We wanted to change that.
Because I am a very orderly, Type A person, we planned a trip to Ethiopia for June. Our older kids would be out of school and the logistics would be seamless. However, once we decided on June I started to feel like we needed to go sooner. I couldn’t explain why I suddenly had this sense of urgency but it was there. So with less than a weeks notice, we booked plane tickets to Ethiopia leaving April 1st.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but that impulse decision would change our story drastically.
Until next time, friends….